The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1887-04-29

to the good things of this world, ha'
helped himself to the last peach in tn,
cut-glass dish, and as Rosa tilted til
tin can, to renew the supply, some
thing fell with the peaches-sOmething
that proclaimed Itself rs brightly al
gold when an arrow OF sunlight caugh,
it.
1t was 4 locket with the inscription
aunt Kate to Little Kit traced OF
one side, as Kent discovered, after i'm
mersmg it in the goblet of water, anc
wiping it with a napkin which blazeC
with the Bofin 3D." done in red, etch,
ing-silk.
Kent opened it curiously and stud
led the face within attcntivCly,
Frank, sweet eyes of the darkes
blue met his own; a saucy. tender
mouth laughed up at him; and he
could almost fancy that the dimple
nesting in the sweet-pea cheek deep,
ened beneath his gaze, so Overlooking
with radiant life was the girlish face.
How romantic!' echoed Mamie
St. john, peeping over his shoulder,
Now of course, you will trace the
peaches from Johnson's, where Ross
bought them, to the place where
they were canned, and never rest till
you have found the fair original, when
the thing will and in cream-colored
satin and the Wedding March,"
Thank you for the suggestionr'
said Kent, his dark eyes sparkling
m;schievously.
"Nonsense!' broke in Rosa, a trife
tartly for she didn't relish this trifing.
'Mr. Brainard will never care half as
much for any woman as he does for
little Tom Matthew, Billy jenkins and
the rest of the ragged crew.
IT'S said that every man meets with
his Waterloo in the form of some fair
woman. Even Michael Angelo and his
Vittoria Colonna, and why should not
Kent Brainard, that rugged old bache-
lor with phebeian tastes" waving his
Shapely hand toward the ragged
crew in question, have his 'KateP'"
laughed Kent.
Many a true word is spoken in Jest,
however, and Rosa would have felt the
misty foundations of her rapidly-ri rising
~air-caStle beginning to melt away,
could she have seen Kent carefully lay
away the little locket in the pink satin
folds of a glove-case hat she had Civ
en- him for Christmas, as he ~soliloquiz-
ed:
why shouldn't I at least trace out
little Kit, and give her back her lock-
et?"
=
Kent Brainard is one of the few
meu that | would be willing to trust
your happiness to, my pet, And it was
all those peaches. Blessings on that
stupid Jeremiahr' beamed Miss Matti-
son, kissing the half-hidden flushed
cheek belonging to her niece. who had
just buried her head in her aunt's am
pie lap, after telling the story that is as
old as the hills, yet always as fresh and
sweet as the rosebuds.
By which il will be seen that Mamie
st. John was a true prophet.
1T wasn't all those peaches" said
Kate, raising her pretty, crumpled dark
head with a pretty little laugh. Part
of it was Kit; for if she hadn't dropped
her locket into the kettle of peaches,
like the dear little meddlesome darling
that she is, l wouldn't be the happy
girl that | am to-day"
"Give credit whore credit is due,
laughed John Thorndyke, coming into
the room. IF the much maligned little
god, Cupid, who occasionally does doa
good thing; hadn't saved Brainardfr from
all the girls who must have been pull
ing caps for him, and our 'queen.rose'
from the lovers who were buzzing about
her like SO many bees, and brought
them together, peaches would have
availed very little"
ut wa a clear case of Cupid and
.peachesf' admitted Miss Madison, with
her expressive little curls all a-nutter
as she beamed fluctuations upon the
universe in general through her steel
hovad anectaclna